“Every once in a while,” she said with a smile And with something like irony “I get a glimpse of the golden mountaintop Where lovers can run free So stroke my hair, my dress, my soul See how my body sways And I know we will dance together up there One of these days” Sadly I let her keep walking As I turn into a bar I told her I'd walk her all the way home But I'm not going that far Still I hear her whistle, wildly In her own drunken way “I trust we will walk down the streets of gold One of these days” Lord, I don't have the heart to tell her When I meet her later that night I'm not the kind to keep to one woman Since I can barely keep my anger inside And it's better for her, or at least for me She's not the kind to hold a grudge How do I know she'll take me in again The next time I need some love? Though that is neither here nor there Even drifters need a place to stay I swear I'll stay with her for more than one night One of these days